Sometimes I hate being a woman
the other times, I dislike hatred as an emotion.
For the days when I crave love,
I understand there are most of the days
I hate; so hate being loved.
The apathy that the hormones generate
The irritation that I frequently get
The anger,
The dissonance and the disconnection
Why couldn't my life be simple
where I could just love and be loved
I question
Why should I be the one paying the
a penalty just for the reason of giving birth to a new life?
Shouldn't I be getting the respect I deserve for bearing all that pain;
before and after begetting a new human?
Why does my body succumb every month to a disaster that is bound for an eruption?
Why there are only few days that I like to talk while the rest of the other
I just like everyone; everyone
including me to shut the fuck up.
Sometimes I so hate being a woman
for how all these pain are just taken as a means to blame you,
shame you, or to laugh at you.
the other times, I dislike 'hatred' as an emotion.
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